Remaining Shadows Of Ink Exchanges

💔Six💔

I did not trust myself to speak.

All this time I had been wary on my replies, those dreaded secrets always drastically buried in my fathomless mind , crumbling into ruin.

Meaningless.

Slowly , I revolved on the spot, facing my brother.

He began drawling in that familiar tone , and as he did , I took in that appearance that I knew so well.

Sandy , speckled , swept hair that never seemed to lie flat.

Seven freckles on his thin , perfect looking , mature  face.

His eyes and voice were indeed the most haunting though.

His eyes were a whirlpool of pure darkness and malevolence , cold and uncaring. I fell under the spell of being intimidated and manipulated repeatedly time and time again. 

His voice was gravelly yet sugar coated with honey , and had a type of ring to it that had me in my grasp immediately.

Just like those poor girls.

That was how he did it.

Influenced them.

And just as quickly as I had fallen under that spell , I swivelled and turned on my heel to remove the pain and get myself out of this situation.

But something happened.

Something that he would regret.

Something that  he had given me permission to do.

He followed.